Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2012 03:14:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg
Subject: Mr. Hottie ch 12
Mr. Hottie
By: Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
Story Consultant: Drew
Editor and Proofreader: Jere
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This is a fictional story ... any similarities to actual people, places,
events or other entities is purely coincidental. The story involves gay
sex, and was written solely for the reading enjoyment of adults who aren't
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***
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chapter 11, I heard from one guy who had been reading my stories for years,
and finally decided to send me an email. I was sure glad to hear from him!
Maybe some of the rest of you are in the same boat as that guy. As he
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***
Chapter 12
"Me either, Shaun." Zach never wanted whatever it was he and Shaun had for
each other to end. He scooped the last few Cheerios into his spoon, before
eating them and drinking the remaining milk. "I wish your dad would have
let you spend tonight, though."
"Yeah, me, too." Shaun sighed, wolfing down a couple of large bites. Maybe
because it was already lunchtime, he was really hungry!
"Maybe you oughta call and beg him." Although he was dead serious, Zach
laughed suddenly, as another thought crossed his mind.
"That'd never work with Dad. He's a school teacher, so you should've
figured that out about him by now." Shaun glanced up and noticed the sly
grin on Zach's face. He put down his spoon. "What?"
"Oh, nothing." With a dreamy, faraway look in his eyes, Zach shook his
head. "Fuck, it wouldn't even have a tiny chance of happening, anyways..."
His voice trailed off, as if he were deep in thought.
"Hey, you GOTTA tell me ... okay?"
Zach sighed, then smiled sexily. "Well, Shaun ... what if... ?" He shook his
head again, and, barely above a whisper, told Shaun what he had been
thinking.
Shaun shook his head. "Man, you ARE weird!" He took another large bite of
cereal. "You've got it bad for my dad, don't you?" In spite of himself,
Shaun chuckled.
"Hey, can I help it your dad's so fuckin' hot that I've got a major crush
on him?"
Shaun felt for Zach; he really did. But he couldn't think of anything he
could do about what Zach had just suggested.
As they were talking, both boys heard the slap of the pet door closing.
"Sounds like Jake's back ... finally," Zach laughed, changing the subject
completely. "I'm gonna go see if he's okay."
Carrying his half-eaten bowl of Cheerios, Shaun slipped off of the bed and
followed Zach. Jake was in the kitchen, chowing down on his food, as if he
hadn't eaten in days. A couple of dozen burrs had caught in his long,
black and white summer coat, and he was really dirty; but, other than that,
he seemed to be fine. He was so intent on eating, that he barely seemed to
notice the two boys enter the kitchen.
"Where have you been all night, boy?" Zach's voice was suddenly higher than
normal. "You had me worried."
Shaun laughed. "Looks like he's starving!"
At the sound of the boys' voices, the dog glanced in their direction and
began to wag his tail. He kept eating, however.
"Yeah ... but he's always that way." Glad to see the dog unharmed, Zach set
his empty cereal bowl on the counter and knelt beside him. He began to pet
the dog's dirty and matted fur, snagging his fingers on a large burr. "We
gotta get rid of these, Shaun."
***
While the boys talked about how to get the burrs out of Jake's fur, Jeremy
was just finishing-up grading a homework assignment that all his classes
turned in on Friday. Normally, he tried to complete that kind of thing
between classes, after a quick lunch, or right after the final bell of the
day. But Friday had been an unusual day. Right after period two, he heard
yelling and cursing in the hall outside his classroom ... not the usual hall
chatter. An argument between three boys had turned into a fight, and it
took two teachers to break it up. Jeremy lost those five minutes, and was
even a little late for third period, because he had to escort the boys to
the office. Then, a worried parent had scheduled a conference away from
school with Jeremy over lunchtime, to discuss her daughter's progress. At
the end of the day ... after Shaun and Zach showed up ... he hadn't felt like
hanging around the school for long, and he had left with three period's
worth of homework still to grade.
As he gathered the graded papers and slid them into his backpack, Jeremy
glanced at the clock and decided to fix himself a sandwich for lunch. He
had slept late that morning and had been cooped-up inside the rest of the
morning. He desperately needed to get outside for some exercise. Usually,
he jogged with a buddy on either Saturday or Sunday morning ... sometimes
both. But his friend was going to be out of town for the holiday weekend.
Even though he didn't enjoy running alone, he decided to do just that.
After lunch, he changed into an old jock; a college-era pair of small,
paper-thin, electric blue, running shorts, pulled from the bottom of his
drawer ... that he hadn't worn in ages; and a pair of new, gray and red
Adidas he'd only worn twice before. Jeremy didn't often run without a
shirt, or wear such tiny shorts, but, for some reason, he decided to that
Sunday.
After tying his shoes, he stretched for a few minutes. He was about to
leave the bedroom, when he caught sight of his reflection in the
full-length mirror.
`Not bad!' he thought, pausing to admire himself. When he was in his late
teens, Jeremy kept hoping for an extra couple of inches in height ... so he
would hit six feet. However, now that he was a few years older, he thought
his body was proportioned really well. He had always worn short hair,
because it was low-maintenance ... especially outdoors in the wind. It had
ever-so-slightly begun to recede at the temples, but that only made him
look more scholarly. At least, that's what he told himself, whether anyone
else agreed or not!
Jeremy hadn't shaved since Friday morning, and though no one would ever
mistake him for a model, over two days' growth of dark stubble gave him the
look he often saw in magazine ads. He rubbed a hand over his scratchy
chin, approving of it completely.
His olive skin color partially masked the fact that he usually wore a
shirt. Though his trim body wasn't ripped by any stretch of the
imagination, it was lean and muscular ... just the way he liked it. Turning
so he could view his side and back, Jeremy smiled. In his opinion ... and,
at the moment, his was the only one that mattered ... he had just the right
amount of body hair. A sexy, irregular triangle of dark hair grew along
his spine at his extreme lower back, hinting at the hairy butt cheeks
below. But the rest of his back was basically hairless. And while he had
a fair amount of chest hair, it was thicker on his stomach than around his
breasts.
He felt his cock begin to plump-up, as his eyes pored over his hairy,
athletic legs. `Damn! I really look sexy in these running shorts!' he
thought, smiling.
Tearing himself away from the mirror, Jeremy slipped his iPhone into a
shoulder band case and put it on. After donning the earbuds, he filled a
Nalgene bottle with water. Moments later, he was outdoors and jogging
clockwise around McIntosh Lake. Typical for a beautiful Sunday afternoon,
several extended Latino families were picnicking under the pavilions in the
lakeside park.
Although Jeremy was usually always friendly when he jogged or rode a bike,
he was staring into the distance and concentrating on the music in his
ears, when someone from an oncoming trio of runners called out to him.
"Hey ... upstairs neighbor!"
Jeremy looked up and smiled.
"Hey!" He pulled out his earbuds and stopped jogging. "Liam, right?"
The guy fell back from the women he was jogging with. "Maybe I'll catch up
with you guys later," he called to their backsides. Chuckling, he turned
to Jeremy. "Damn, you're a whole lot better at names than I am!"
"Yeah, well ... I'm a school teacher. So I learned a trick or two to help me
latch onto names fast. Mine's Jeremy, but you can call me Jem."
"Jem." Liam said the name twice. "I think I'll remember it now!"
"Do you get out here often?" Jeremy asked.
"I wish ... but no. It's hard to make myself, when I have to jog alone."
Jeremy's eyes seemed to say, "But you weren't just alone.'
Liam read his mind and nodded at his running partners' backsides. "Oh,
those two..." He smiled, as his eyes roamed over Jeremy's body. "I just met
them for the first time this afternoon."
It made perfect sense to Jeremy, that a guy with Liam's good looks would
have no trouble latching onto a couple of young women any time he wanted.
"I hate running alone, too; so I don't do it as much as I'd like ... or need
to," Jeremy said, fixing his eyes on Liam's. "I usually have a weekend
running partner, anyway; but he bailed on me because of the holiday!" He
smiled, nodding up the trail. "How about it, Liam?"
Without really waiting for an answer, Jeremy set off at a slow lope. Liam
turned around and was at his side seconds later. He hadn't remembered that
Jem was such a sexy-looking man ... maybe because he didn't get a good look
at his body when they had said `hi' on the stairs. But he liked what he
saw ... a lot!
As gay as they come, Liam tried his best to keep his cock under control
around Jem, and was mostly successful. Though he tried not to stare,
Jeremy ... who always considered himself to be bi ... couldn't help but notice
Liam's very long dick flopping around in his baggy shorts. Obviously, the
man wasn't wearing a jock ... probably to impress any women he happened to
meet on the trail. And, while Jeremy supposed Liam could have been wearing
loose-fitting boxers, he was sure that he wasn't. Fortunately for him,
Jeremy had put on a jockstrap that afternoon; because, for the first mile
or so, his penis was as hard as it could get while in a jock. It wasn't
all that obvious, though. At least, he hoped not.
That afternoon, as they jogged most of two laps around the lake ... nearly
seven miles in all, the two of them talked about their lives, their jobs,
Jeremy's kids and failed marriage, sports in general, and running in
particular. Liam, a California native, had just graduated from Cal Poly a
few months earlier, and had taken an engineering job with a tech firm in
Boulder, right out of school. He had always wanted to live in Boulder.
However, he had chosen an apartment in Longmont, because of the lower rent
each month. Though it wasn't easy ... because he enjoyed going out a lot ...
he was trying his best to save that $250.00 each month toward a down
payment on a house.
Jeremy ... who had only planned to run once around the lake ... really had to
push himself, to keep up with the younger man. But it made for an amazing
workout! For his part, 22 year old Liam gave it his all, because he didn't
want to be shown-up by a guy he assumed to be ten, or maybe even fifteen,
years his senior. Not that he thought Jem was old ... not by a long shot.
Jem was just mature enough to be what he was looking for in a man. Even
though he was divorced, and he had three kids, Liam didn't just assume Jem
was straight. He knew from experience that often you couldn't tell, just
by outward appearances. Some guys he had known, who claimed to be straight
as an arrow, had male lovers on the side. No ... you could just never tell...
Damn, he wanted to run his fingers through the hair on Jem's torso, but the
topic of either man's sexuality never came up.
As the two men were cooling off, on the short walk back to their
apartments, Jeremy tried to smile. "That was some run, Liam! Man, I'm
beat!"
Liam chuckled. "Damn right about that! Hey ... we ought to do this more
often." He wanted to get to know Jem a lot better. And even if nothing
more than friendship ever came of it, he was an awesome running partner.
Jeremy liked the idea a lot. "Are you a morning person ... or would it work
better for you in the afternoon?"
"Well, since I never know if I'm going to get home much before seven ... or
even BY seven on some nights ... why don't we try for the mornings?
Tomorrow's out, but Tuesday would work for me."
The two men began climbing the stairs to their apartments.
"6:15 Tuesday morning, for one lap, then?" Jeremy asked, as Liam stopped
beside his door.
Liam laughed. "Fuck, that's early, Jem. I don't usually get out of bed
much before eight. But, yeah ... let's shoot for it, and see what happens."
He paused thoughtfully for a second. "Hey, why don't you give me your
phone number, and I'll text you if I can't pull myself out of bed?"
After the men exchanged phone numbers, they parted ways. Jeremy let
himself into his apartment, and noted that Shaun wasn't home yet ... not that
he expected him to be. He headed straight for the shower, turning on the
water, before stripping out of his few clothes.
In the bathroom directly beneath him, Liam heard the water running in Jem's
tub, as he turned on his own shower. Although it had been VERY difficult,
he had willed himself not to get hard around Jem. But, as soon as he had
closed the apartment door behind him, his dangling, but semi-erect, penis
began to throb to attention ... growing an extra inch, or so, to its full
nine and a half. He quickly toed off his shoes and stripped out of his
sweaty running shorts and muscle shirt. After adjusting the water
temperature one more time, he stepped into the shower and pulled the
curtain closed.
By the time Jeremy heard the shower rings clinking in apartment 205, his
thick seven inches were every bit as hard ... if not harder ... than Liam's
nine plus! He squirted a large dollop of shower gel into the palm of his
hand, turned his back to the spray, and took his manhood into his fist.
Liam had both hands full, as he jacked his very erect, but still dangling,
penis. With his left, he deeply massaged the pole from the circumcision
line to his loose ball sack, while his right urgently made love to the
large head. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so horny when
only jacking off. But Jem was a very hot man! Sure, Liam had lusted after
lots of guys ... ever since he was a little boy, actually ... but he couldn't
remember ever wanting a man, or boy, more than he wanted Jem!
"Oh, shit! Yeah!" he cried out in a loud voice, as his horse cock erupted
suddenly, sending volley after volley of white-hot, man juice swirling down
the drain.
Liam's muffled, but ... in Jeremy's mind, anyway ... very sexy cry caused
Jeremy to jack harder, really punishing his thick meat. In his mind's eye,
he saw Liam's powerful ejaculation ... and that was just what Jeremy needed
to push his body over the brink. He was jacking so hard, that his
out-of-control penis sprayed globs of semen onto the shower curtain, and
both the back and side walls of the shower.
Shivering, in spite of the warm water coursing over his body, Jeremy
grabbed hold of the shower curtain to steady himself. No doubt about it,
his orgasm had been fucking amazing. But he couldn't help but wonder how
powerful it might have been if Liam had been in the shower with him. Lots
of times, he had fantasized about a relationship with a man, but nothing
had ever developed. Probably, nothing would ever happen with Liam, either,
since he had heard him with a woman the other night ... but, then again,
maybe he was bi, too...
***
After Shaun and Jake finished the last of their breakfast, the boys spent
over half an hour giving the friendly dog a bath. It almost seemed as if
the boys got more water and shampoo on each other's tanned bodies, than on
Jake! But they did try their best to remove the beggar lice and cockleburs
from his long fur. Finally, in desperation, Zach used scissors to cut off
small clumps of fur from around the last three. He warned Jake never again
to go near the place where he got the burrs ... but the dog just smiled and
licked Zach's face in reply. Zach kissed him back, then dumped out the
bath water, while Shaun towel-dried Jake's furry coat and then himself,
before tossing the towel to Zach.
The boys and Jake were in the barn, putting away the wash tub, when they
heard a car roll to a stop in the driveway near the house.
"It better not be that old guy again," Zach laughed.
Because of everything else that had happened, Shaun had almost forgotten
about the pervert, but he agreed with Zach completely. "Hey ... maybe I
should stay in here until you see for sure." He had a sly grin on his face.
"I really like your way of saying thanks to a guy, Zach!"
Wagging his tail, Jake barked three times. Since he hadn't been in the
bedroom with the boys last night, he couldn't have known what Shaun was
talking about ... but he sure spoke up at just the right time! Shaun ruffled
the damp fur on Jake's shoulder, as Zach peered around the barn door.
"It's just Mom," Zach reported, stepping into the sunshine. "Hey, Mom; how
was work today?"
"Don't ask..." Though the extra money would come in very handy, Heidi
smiled tiredly, as Zach, followed by Jake and Shaun, walked to his mother's
side. She wrapped her arm around Zach's bare shoulder, pulling him to her
side. "What have you boys been doing today?"
"We had to give Jake a bath," Shaun replied, shaking his head and smiling.
"Yeah, when he finally came home around noon, his fur was a mess." Zach
petted his dog again. "I wonder where he was all night, anyway?"
Of course, Jake was the only one who knew the answer to that question ... and
he wasn't telling!
When he first learned about it, Shaun had been amazed that Zach lived in
the nude when he was at home. How could a teenage guy possibly feel
comfortable in front of his mother with no clothes on, anyway? But, after
spending only a day on the Andersen farm, he understood. Though she had
kidded the boys about being handsome, Mrs. Andersen had never outright
mentioned either boy's nakedness once ... not even when their cocks were hard
and throbbing for release. It was as if she looked right past it. And,
after only one day, Shaun realized something else, too ... he loved going
around in the nude, both indoors and out! Not just because of the sexy
times he and Zach had shared ... though they had been awesome ... but for the
amazing feeling of freedom and being one with nature that he enjoyed. He
was going to miss it a lot, when he had to go home.
As the three, with Jake running beside them, walked toward the back door,
Heidi sighed.
"What's wrong, Mom?"
"I was just looking at all this mess in the back yard, and I've still got
almost half the pruning to do." Mrs. Andersen smiled wanly, while reaching
for the doorknob. "But I'm too tired to do any of it right now. I need to
lie down for a little while." She paused for a moment, as she glanced from
Zach to Shaun. "When I get up, I'll finish trimming the roses. Then,
could you boys help me chop up all these rosebush canes and toss them on
the mulch pile?"
"I don't know how long Shaun can stay this afternoon. But sure, Mom, I'll
help with this stuff."
Some boys would do most anything to get out of yard work ... especially if
they were just visiting. But, before Mrs. Andersen and Jake went inside
the house, Shaun told Zach's mom he'd also be happy to help clean up the
clippings. Although Heidi was never one to complain, she had to work hard
to provide for their little family; she really appreciated Shaun's offer of
help.
Like many teenagers, most of the time Zach took everything his mother did
for granted. But not that afternoon... "Um, Shaun, what do you say we
surprise Mom while she's sleeping and clean up all this shit?"
"Sure ... if we can go swimming afterwards," Shaun replied.
"Awesome!" Zach laughed. "I was thinking the same thing, Shaun. Let me
get the wheelbarrow and pruning sheers from the barn and I'll be right
back."
He took off for the barn, while Shaun began to play with Jake. In a few
minutes, Zach returned, pushing an old wheelbarrow. A pair of short, but
stout, sheers bounced around inside it. Working quickly, the boys cut the
rose canes into shorter lengths, before wheeling the thorny debris to the
large mulch pile on the far side of the barn. In 45 minutes, or maybe a
bit longer, the boys had cleaned up the back yard and were heading down the
path to the beaver pond.
The boys swam and goofed around in the water for a couple of hours, before
Shaun glanced up at the sky. He noticed the sun was getting lower, and
sighed.
"I don't want to ... but I guess I need to be heading home soon." By the
sound of his voice, it was obvious that going home was the last thing Shaun
wanted to do.
"Fuck, Shaun, I sure wish you could spend another night."
***
I think I will end chapter 12 right here. I hope all of you enjoyed
reading it! And if you did, I'd sure appreciate an email from you telling
me so! fotogme11@yahoo.com
I hope everyone has a great week!
Greg
***
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"I've Got the Best Family" - Final Post Date: May 23, 2008
"Us Guys" - Final Post Date: May 29, 2009
"More is Better" - Final Post Date: March 4, 2011
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